Last 1 Left
Am I the last one left
cause all the world is a mess
I seek to teach my brothers
but they seek their own success
How can the people ignore
the hurting neighbor next door
They act like life is just that easy
when you're black and you're poor
So I prepare myself to fight
and get ready for war
For soon the sad will be the happy
and feel no pain no more
So with my very last breath
before I lay down and rest
I want to say that I feel
like I'm the last one left.
Copyright © David Pierce | Year Posted 2006
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